Two nights ago, five am, Declan is screaming for me from his bed. “Moooooommmmy! Moooommmmy I neeeed you!”
I run to his bed and smooth back his hair as he cries. “What’s wrong, Baby?” I ask.
“That baby, that little baby,” he manages to say.
“What baby?” What was the baby doing?”
“That little baby taked my glow stick…and she’s walking away!”
Yes, he had a nightmare that a baby stole his glow stick and walked away. I assured him it was a dream and he settled back to sleep, but the nightmare was vivid enough that he remembered and retold it to Daddy the next morning.
Boy loves his glow sticks.